#Crit role fanfic

[rainbowcaleb]

“Now here was a little creature, even if not made from magic it was surely touched by it, and it had no care in the world but to live its life.”

I am once again gently leading you over to read The Fourth Corner of the World

[conditionaljewel]

As the group decided to retire to one of their inn rooms for the evening, paying the bill for dinner as they shuffled up the steps with full bellies, Orym stopped Imogen at the base of the stairs. “I was gonna hop outside for a minute just to get some air,” he said to her. “D’ya want to come with?” Imogen smiled and looked up, seeing Laudna standing at the top of the stairs, smiling. “Go ahead darling,” she said down the stairs to her, “I feel as though you’re perfectly capable of serving as Orym’s body guard.” She cracked a smile and gave them both a wink as Orym let out a hearty but playful laugh, while Imogen could only blush as she smiled, tucking a strand of hair that had conveniently fallen back behind her ear. “We’ll be back,” Imogen said a bit flustered in the best way as she waved her hand as if to shoo Laudna up the stairs playfully; in doing so, she had put her hand to her lips, placing a kiss on the tips of her fingers and sending it on its way as she dismissed Laudna. Laudna noticed the action, as did Orym, though he kept quiet as he watched Laudna begin to play with her a lock of her hair and giggle as she disappeared around the corner.

I did a third chapter of Behind The Windowed Wall, and it's now available on AO3! I have plans for a fourth and fifth chapters, but that's it beyond those, so to everyone who has read and commented or sent a message so far about it, thank you so much for reading I am really glad you enjoyed it and I'm very excited to continue this little story at least for a few more chapters. I hope y'all like this installment, and thank you again for reading <3

[star--joy]

For the ask game, "Can you squeeze us in somewhere?" with Gilmore/Vax/Kiki? :D

This is just pure fluff. Absolutely tooth-rotting sweetness. I love this pairing.

Just to specify, Gilmore and Keyleth are in a queerplatonic relationship in basically everything I write, and they both date Vax.

Prompt list: vexahlia-de-rolo.tumblr.com/post/703716707800367104

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Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: None

Words: 828

Originally posted: 12/15/22

Ao3 link: archiveofourown.org/works/43638363

Gilmore is in the process of standing from his desk to close up shop when he hears a customer come in, the bell to his store dinging clearly.

He presses his lips together. Today has already left him behind schedule, and technically, Gilmore’s Glorious Goods closed three minutes ago. A customer is, for the first time, the last thing he wants.

Still, it’d be bad for business to turn away someone with coin.

Plastering a wide grin on his face, Gilmore peeks out of his office and into the main store. “Welcome, wonderful customer, to Gilmore’s Glori—” he cuts himself of as his eyes land on the forms of Vax and Keyleth, sheepishly hesitating by the entrance. “Oh, thank the gods. I did not want to deal with more customers today.”

Vax smiles, pulling Keyleth further inside. They’re still in adventuring gear, messy with dirt and sweat, but they don’t look injured, much to Gilmore’s relief. He can deny it all he wants, but his beloveds getting hurt always pushes him into a bit of a panic. “Who says we’re not here to buy, Shaun?” Vax asks. It doesn’t go unnoticed that an exhaustion hides behind his playful tone. Their latest adventure, which they’re back from a day early, must have taken a lot of energy.

“Call it a boyfriend’s intuition,” Gilmore chuckles, pulling him in for a kiss. Vax melts under the attention.

“It’s bad business to send a customer away empty-handed,” Keyleth quips. “Also, hi Gil.”

Without fully leaving Vax’s embrace, Gilmore holds out an arm so Keyleth can press herself into his side, almost dumping her weight on him. It’s alright; his back can take a bit of discomfort. “You two are much more than customers.”

“Well, we do require a bit of attention. Do you have any in stock?” Vax hums, nuzzling his face into Gilmore’s neck.

“I certainly do, my dears.” With a bit of magic, he turns the sign for his store around to display the ‘closed’ side. 

“Can you squeeze us in somewhere, then? I know you have a busy schedule.” Vax presses a kiss to his shoulder along with the words.

Gilmore laughs. “Believe me, you are a welcome distraction from all my work. Come, let’s get you into something more comfortable.” He moves to guide them upstairs, causing Keyleth to startle awake. She’d begun to doze off leaning against him.

“Huhwazit?” she mumbles, rubbing her bleary vision away. “M’tired.”

“I can see that,” Gilmore agrees, kissing her vibrant red hair, tangled and frizzy from hard work. She smiles, returning the favor with a blind press of her lips to his forehead.

Vax chuckles. He’s more awake, if only slightly. “We’re going to bed, Kiki.”

“M’kay,” she agrees, stumbling in the direction of the stairs that lead into the apartment section of Gilmore’s store. Vax doesn’t let her get far, swooping the druid off her feet so he can cradle her to his chest and carry her the rest of the way. Gilmore can tell he almost throws his back out with the act, but he has no right to criticize when he does that very thing, occasionally.

Together, they make their way to their shared apartment. Vax is quick to drop Keyleth on the bed and then collapse in after her, a long groan leaving him. “Gods, I’ve missed your bed, Shaun.”

Keyleth makes a noise of agreement, burrowing under the heaps of blankets.

“It’s missed you, too,” Gilmore says. “As have I.”

Vax smiles, shimmying further into the warm covers. “Mh hm. Always miss you. Come here.”

“Let’s get you out of this armor, first,” Gilmore hums, undoing Vax’s many buckles and buttons and clasps and why the fuck does he need so many things? The half-elf tries to help where he can, but his tired, clumsy fingers hinder more than assist. “Let me take care of you, little bird.”

And Vax lets him, too tired to really do anything else. In a few minutes, Gilmore has wrapped him in a fuzzy robe and properly tucked the sheets up to cover all of him.

Then he moves onto Keyleth, already fast asleep. At least she doesn’t wear so much armor. It’s easy to work her out of her dirty, sweat-soaked dress and into some pajamas. She barely even stirs as he does it.

“Now will you join us?” Vax hums, surprising Gilmore. He hadn’t realised the rogue was still awake. 

He grins, shirking off his robes and throwing on a sleep shirt. “Of course. Would you like to tell me about whatever’s got you so exhausted?”

Vax scoots aside to let Gilmore into the bed, settling into his usual position of spooning his body around Keyleth’s. She makes a happy little hum. “Tomorrow. Big story. You’ll love it. Sleep, now.”

Laughing, Gilmore tucks Vax in his embrace. “Alright, pretty bird. Get some rest.”

In just seconds, Vax has done just that, and Gilmore follows not long after him.

[hymn-of-muse]

Not My Flower.

a Yasha x Reader requested by @botanicalbard

"tell me, bard. you've been seen with the nein quite often, you're familiar with them, yes? tell me all you know of them." a man demanded in a low tone, face obscured by shadow in the dimly lit room.

you'd left the tavern after you and your friends had a few drinks, all you wanted was a bit of fresh air as the ale started to take affect on you. you we not expecting, however, to be grabbed from behind and dragged into the alleyway next to the tavern, a hand silencing you and arms holding you firm so you couldnt run away.

the next thing you knew, you found yourself in a small room, windows covered up and the lighting too dim to make out any doorway outline, unless it was behind where you sat on a stool, ankles restrained and hands tied at the wrist around the support beam you were leaning against.

a man, clearly trying to intimidate you into talking about your friends weaknesses and secrets, stood over you with his arms crossed. you could hear someone in the corner shift, so you knew it wasnt just him here.

"i'll ask you again-"

"no i heard you" you interrupted "im just not sure what it is specifically you want to know, i mean theyre a lovely bunch, sure, but you cant just be so vague, do you want me to give you an introduction for each individual? i can do that in song!" you told him smugly

"what?" he gave a confused look upon your sudden compliance "no-no, no songs, just tell me-"

"are you sure? i got a really good one! oh! or i could sing you a tale of the mighty nein's greatest adventures thus far! what a brave and interesting party of beings they are, like this one time-"

"stop that!" the man snapped, agitated by your interruptions and clear attempt at stalling him for more time. "enough of your games, bard, just tell me what i ask of you and nothing more. if you comply, we'll consider letting you go unharmed. got it?"

"come on, you went through all this effort and all you want is a little information? why not a whole story, huh? not even one song? all you want is small talk? thats so boooring" you groaned, putting emphasis on the 'o' in boring.

the man gave a grunt of frustration as he grabbed hold of your shirt collar and got all threatening in your face. "shut up! just tell me each of their weaknesses, secrets, some information i can ACTUALLY use!"

"one, ew your breath smells. two, nah thats lame. besides, by now they likely know im gone and will come looking for me. you made a huge mistake thinking i was a good kidnapping choice." you chuckled, still smug as ever.

"yeah? what makes you so sure they'll find you?" he grumbled.

"because the barbarian's my girlfriend, and she can get really physical when shes angry"

"heh, you think youre safe? youre not going anywhere till i get something outta you" he glared, raising a fist to throw a punch just when the door swung open with a crash, breaking it off its hinges.

in the doorway now stood yasha after she'd kicked in the door, the light outside illuminating the room and as she stepped in with heavy foot falls, the anger on her face was clear as day. she gave an icy cold glare to the man who's fish was frozen in the air.

"how did you..?" the other person in the corner finally spoke up with a weak voice.

"your neighbors made a noise complaint" yasha stated, storming closer to the man who threatened you a minute before as he stumbled back and reached for a weapon to defend himself with.

when he tried to swing a club at her, she grabbed it and tore it out of his hands, tossing it to the side and grabbing him by the arm. she swung him around and threw him into the other person, knocking them both out on impact when the hit the wall.

"are you hurt?" yasha asked you as she quickly moved to undo your restraints, a gentle hand moving to the side of your face to make sure you were alright. the look of concern on her face said everything.

"i knew you'd find me" you smiled sweetly at her, leaning your head into her warm hand as her shoulders dropped in relief.

"of course i did. i wouldnt let anyone hurt you." she spoke with a light chuckle to her voice, hoisting you into her arms and walking out of the room as she carried you. "not my flower."

reblogs are appreciated! im sorry this took a while to get done! /g

[mieletthe]

On the final day of his first semester, Caleb arrives home with an armful of cards and gifts from his students. He spreads his collection out on the table, and Essek sits with him as he reads them aloud through misty eyes.

“What about this one?” Essek plucks a scroll from the pile and unfurls it.

“Ah,” Caleb says, “I saw that one already. It is tradition for students to rank their professors at the end of a course, so that future students may have an idea of what to expect. It’s not for our eyes, but someone left a copy behind.”

Essek reads through the scroll, his smile widening at all the hearts and stars and effusive exclamation points. He knew that Caleb was a natural educator, but it warms his heart to see that he is so beloved by his students, that they clearly feel his dedication and care. The weeks of agonizing over the syllabus and late nights grading papers have unequivocally paid off.

When he reaches the end of the scroll, he frowns. Skims back to the top, and draws a finger down the list again.

“They did not give you a pepper.”

“What?”

“They did not give you a pepper!” Essek repeats, his voice a shade more indignant.

“I do not know what that means, Schatz.”

“Look here!” Essek points to the key at the top. “They’re supposed to give a pepper for hot professors.”

Caleb stifles a laugh. “They’re thirteen. I should hope none of them would take interest in a grubby old man.”

With a huff, Essek grabs a quill and carefully marks his addition at the bottom.

“There.” He pushes the scroll over to Caleb and plants a kiss on his cheek. “Now it is more accurate.”

[hinumay]

just a really really looooooooooose sketch of Cassandra Johanna von Musel Klossowski de Rolo and dresses because i dont really know how to draw them

[thetinyblossom]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ All is well ੈ✩‧₊˚

🌙Content🌙

-Hurt/comfort + reassurance

-Vox Machina (Crit Role campaign 1)

-Regressor Scanlan Shorthalt/Caregiver Pike Trickfoot

🌙AO3 Link🌙

Scanlan is a bit… bad at dealing with his emotions, this is a known fact to his group, he is the “funny guy”, the “flirty bard”, that’s his personality, well… at least part of it.

He is also caring and emotional, a father, a husband and a good friend. All those facades of Scanlan are loved by his group of friends, by his love, Pike, but, everybody has their secrets, including the bard.

Growing up, he found a little side of him that he felt ashamed, his age regression (gods he didn’t even know that it had a name!) is a topic he avoids talking about as much as possible, it does feel lonely, but when Pike brought it up, as she was explaining to the group about Grog's own regression, it dawned on him… He himself regresses

“No, no, no, it’s just some stupid feelings”

He thought to himself, but the more time went by harder was to ignore those feelings. Everybody has so supportive of Grog, would they be also supportive with him? Would Pike still love him?

“That’s silly Scanlan, grow up”

“Grow up” and he pushed those thoughts way, he accepts being a caregiver, he enjoys being able to take care of his friends but, when it comes to him, he just ignores as much as possible.

That’s his secret… well… it was a secret, until today.

He had an awful day and he can’t shake off the feeling of being a little boy, wanting comfort and to have a pacifier in his mouth, of warm hugs and being held, being the one getting comfort instead of always comforting….but he felt so ashamed, so vulnerable… but he has no energy to fight those feelings of shame for long, he toss and turns on his and Pike’s bed.

Restless.

He feels useless, he can’t help but hug a pillow and suck his thumb, looking for some comfort as he softly cries.

Pike softly wakes up at wearing his soft sobs

-Scanlan? Dear? Is something wrong?

She asks a bit sleepily, not sure if he is awake or having a nightmare. Her sweet voice brings some comfort to Scanlan, who looks at his lover, his face tear-stained, and can only mumble a bit as he wipes away some tears that keep pouring

-Pike… you know that… that thing? That regression that happens to Grog? Yeah… that’s it and I just… can’t help it

-Oh Scanlan dear

Pike coos him, her tone so soft and caring

-It’s ok, I understand, come here, my love

She pats her lap for him to rest his head on it, the bard does so and clings onto the cleric’s soft and motherly touch

-It’s ok, shhh, you’re alright, mama is here ok? Let me take care of you my sweetheart

Pikes words are exactly what he needed to hear, he hugs her and she embraces him, holding him close to her…

…So comforting, so soothing, like heaven…

Pike cradles her little boy, softly humming and singing a lullaby, making sure Scanlan is comfortable and feeling safe

His tears cease, he feels at ease, suckling on his thumb as he hears Pike’s comforting words and sweet melodies, he feels like baby…. Her baby

And all it’s safe

All it’s well

The night is like a mantle, safely holding him and his dearest love, his dearest cleric, his dearest mama

Soon they fall asleep, cuddling

And all is safe

All is well

All is perfect…

-Goodnight, little one

-Goodnight, mama

…So perfect

[theawkwardwriter12]

The Fall

Ashton x Aasimar!Reader Angst

Critical Role C3E38 Spoilers!

Word Count: 1,478

This was supposed to be a simple errand. None of this was supposed to happen. That’s what Ashton thought as he watched you, the person he loved, have a sword plunged through your chest. The light in your eyes faded as your body began to slide off the bloodied blade. You were hovering over the drop in between the spires of Jrusar, and if you weren’t already dead, that would certainly kill you.

Ashton had taken most of the hits in trying to protect you against Otahan Thull. That foul woman had already taken three of his friends before and recently Lord Eshteross. He didn’t think she’d still be in the city. A foolish notion, of course she would still be there. He just didn’t expect to find her on one of the lifts when he was with you. You two were only going to get rooms for the night at the Spire by Fire. Otahan had killed three of them on her own with all eight of them present, with just the two of you, what hope could you have to defeat her?

Ashton was knocked down onto his side underneath Thull, reeling in pain from all the blows. He watched in horror as your body eventually fell off the sword. In that moment, the images, the pain of that night he fell through Jiana Hexum’s window flooded into his mind. Not again. He’s not letting you go through the same thing.

He lunged forward toward the edge, grabbing hold of your wrist. Just as he was about to lose balance, Otahan took the opportunity to shove him off. Panic set in immediately as he was being pushed out, but instinct kicked in and he clamped his free hand onto the ledge of the lift. A jolt of pain wracked through his already aching body and he let out a loud groan.

Otahan, amused, chuckled at the desperate attempt to hold on, “How pitiful. Luckily, you two weren’t the ones I’m interested in. I’ll let gravity and your weakness take care of the rest.” Her form vanished in a whisp of red, leaving them dangling above the bottom of the spires.

Pain. Panic. Focus, Ashton. He peered down at the drop below, but that didn’t affect him as much as seeing your lifeless body hanging in his grasp. No, not lifeless. That couldn’t be right. It can’t be.

He let out another cry as the searing pain worsened as he strained against gravity itself. This wasn’t going to be the end of you both. Not again for him and not for you. Struggling immensely, he tried to lift you up. But his body wouldn’t let him, the pain was overwhelming. That wasn’t going to stop him. You had to be ok. He had to keep you safe.

Momentum. He began to sway your body to gain enough momentum to swing you onto the lift. He wasn’t strong enough to pull you up, there was no way he was pulling himself with you. But he wasn’t important, you were. You first. You would always be his priority.

With Ashton’s swinging, the already leaning lift began to bob up and down, creating more tension to already previously damaged cable hooks from the fight earlier. The pain intensified with every movement, but he couldn’t let go. Not yet. The muscles in his arm pulled taut as he raged, sparks flying from the hole in his head and the air around him became heavy. Gravity. Great.

At that moment, the concentrated weight and movement caused a hook to snap. The entire lift tilted to the one side and Ashton’s grip on the ledge began to slip. He could feel the lift being drawn in his direction, causing even more tension against the last hook. That was going to break and there was nothing he could do. He wasn’t magical like a lot of his other friends, he was purely physical. All he had was his body and that was failing him.

The memories, as fuzzy as they were at times, once again forced themselves to the forefront of his mind. That fall. That fall that changed his life forever. For the better? Didn’t feel like it. It was awful, all the time. And now he was here all over again, this time he was much higher up. At least he wasn’t alone. No, that made it worse. He looked down again at you. He loved you so much and he couldn’t believe this was happening to you. Him? Sure, he has the worst luck for getting into situations like this, not you.

But, there wasn’t anything he could do. The damage was done and his grip continued to falter. You became heavier and heavier in his other hand, soon he wouldn’t be able to hold on any longer. The pain, once again, tore into his body causing him to scream against it. It was too much. He swore under his breath and dropped his rage.

“I’m sorry.”

With those words, Ashton let go. Quickly he tugged your arm, slamming your body into his as he tightly wrapped his arms around you. As you careened into the valley below, Ashton did his best to cover as much of your body with his own, hoping to break the fall for you as much as possible. Would it work? He didn’t know, but he had to try. Even if it didn’t, at least he would die alongside you. And he felt content with that. Better than content. Because after knowing you, loving you, there was no world he wanted to live in without you. “I love you.”

Ashton buried his face into your head as he braced for impact, not wanting to watch as it happened. He could feel your speed increase the farther you fell, but that was surprisingly interrupted and his body jolted from the sudden change in velocity. Slowly he lifted his head to see you barely conscious, your angelic wings sprouted from your back. Your arms gripped him tightly as you struggled to fly, straining against the intense gravity. Desperately trying to lessen the inevitable impact, you glided for as long as you could until exhaustion took over and you resumed plummeting.

Darkness. Pain. That’s all Ashton felt as you hit the ground below. Strange...he felt it? That was a good sign, right? He must be alive. But were you alive? He tried to move and couldn’t. Everything burned with searing agony and his eyes refused to open. Maybe he wasn’t alive afterall. Maybe this was what actual hell felt like.

He laid there for what felt like hours before the pain subsided enough for him to open his eyes. He wasn’t dead, but he wished he was. Your broken and bloody form sprawled before him across the ground. Adrenaline filled every inch of his body as the pain faded to a dull ache. He crawled over to you, unable to use his right arm that was definitely broken. Other bones were probably broken as well, he didn’t care, he had to get to you. He had to help you.

Ashton rifled through both your bags, searching for a healing potion that wasn’t smashed from the fall. He found one and immediately poured it down your throat. His sigh of relief quickly turned to complete despair. It wasn’t working. Why wasn’t it working? It couldn’t be... It can’t—No, you aren’t dead. You can’t be dead. You had to wake up. Tears overflowed in his eyes as he sobbed, draping his head over your body. Why did he survive? Why did you have to die? Why couldn’t it be him?

He couldn’t accept that. No... No. There had to be something he could do. That’s when the thought occured. Healing potions weren’t the only type of potion you had. He scrambled back to the bag and pulled out a vial of swirling gray liquid. The Potion of Possibility. It brought him back once. It should bring you back too, right? It didn’t matter, he was left with no other option. His shaky hand fumbled with the cork on the ground before he brought it to his mouth and he ripped it out with his teeth. Into the gaping wound in your chest he poured the potion. And he waited.

And waited. And waited. “Please. Please.”

Your chest jerked upward with a gasp of breath. It worked. It worked. Ashton sobbed, relieved that his love was alive again. He crashed beside her, grabbing your hand as he continued to cry. The adrenaline was wearing off and the pain started to envelope his whole body once more. He wished he could call for help, but you’d deal with that later. Laying next to your breathing body, he could finally rest and lost consciousness. And as the darkness took him, your chest sparked.

[craftyfaecreature]

My fan art for Chapter 8 of The Golden Thread Around Your Neck Whispered Visions of My Undoing by MarsBar2019 on A03.

Caleb's view of the Marquet sunset from the balcony plunge pool of their fancy hotel room in Ank'Harel. And Essek's view of Caleb.

[lord-have-mercer]

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Critical Role (Web Series) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Bells Hells & Bells Hells (Critical Role), Laudna/Imogen Temult, Orym/Will | Orym's Spouse (Critical Role), Fearne Calloway/Ashton Greymoore, past Ashton Greymoore/Milo Krook Characters: Imogen Temult, Laudna (Critical Role), Orym (Critical Role), Dorian Storm, Ashton Greymoore, Fresh Cut Grass (Critical Role), Chetney Pock O'Pea, Fearne Calloway, Ludinus Da'leth Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Zombie Apocalypse, Zombie Apocalypse, Alternate Universe - Apocalypse, Team as Family, Blood and Gore, Families of Choice, Survival Horror, Disabled Character, Ashton Greymoore Has Chronic Pain, He/Him and They/Them Pronouns for Ashton Greymoore, He/Him and They/Them Pronouns for Fresh Cut Grass (Critical Role), Autistic Fearne Calloway (Critical Role), they're all disabled because i fucking say so, Laudna Has EDS | Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome (Critical Role), POV Alternating, Hurt/Comfort, Body Horror, Alternate Universe - Human, Human Experimentation, Bells Hells as Family (Critical Role), Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism Summary:

She is up to her knees in blood, breathing in the sweet, familiar scent. It is death, and rot, and everything beautiful. She chokes on it, swallowing its fumes like a man lost in the desert. She is surrounded by death. And she is at peace -

Or, eight survivors decide to travel together. What could possibly go wrong?

[seizethegrey]

The fact that Caleb Widogast is stranded in the middle of the Astral Sea with Lucien does not excuse the fact that he is indulging this fascination he's always had with the man - in fact, it only makes this game they're playing all the more dangerous.

“Dear diary,” Lucien says. “Today, the wizard brought me breakfast. I think he’s planning to kill me.”

Caleb snorts. “Not today, Lucien,” he says. “For now, I am afraid I have had to put my previous designs on your life on hold.”

“Murder canceled due to extenuating circumstances?”

“I apologize for any inconvenience.”

Wizards are a disparate group of people with a variety of different motivations for seeking training in the arcane arts - but there is a single unifying characteristic. That characteristic is an often-fatal degree of curiosity.

Caleb knows he's playing with fire - but at this point, that's practically his whole thing, isn't it?

Pairings: Lucien/Caleb Rating: Explicit Words: 25k

@antiva-flowers @thatonesadending have continued to enable me so if you'd like to voice your concerns please make sure you @ them.

[conditionaljewel]

Warm Happy Thoughts

Notes: This little ficlet takes place during Episode 56, during a night of rest after Imogen and Chetney are exhausted during the massive blizzard.

(I’m sorry about the formatting, Tumblr sucks and I genuinely can’t tell where it’s broken and not broken when I am editing it, and I just genuinely do not have the patience to reformat it for here, so this is what it is. I’ll post it somewhere else soon.)

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The biting cold blew against their faces as they continued their trek through the Flotket Alps. A persistent shiver swept through Imogen’s body, and while she kept telling herself “hoes don’t get cold,” she did find herself wishing she maybe had just one more layer on during this journey.

By the time night fell and they began to prepare their camp to go to sleep, exhausted from the frozen temperatures and having to help dig an embankment for some semblance of protection, Imogen began to set up her bedding for whatever attempt at sleep she would muster. It was weird without Laudna being there next to her each night, and while the others were still welcome company as they always were, it just wasn’t the same. Even when Laudna died, Imogen thought, at least she was still with them and Imogen was able to lie next to her at night, macabre as it were.

Imogen laid down on her bedding and began to cast Prestidigitate around the immediate area to generate some kind of warmth when it just became absolutely unbearable. “Fearne!”

Fearne, who had been sitting in front of the fire with Mister eating some of the cookies Fresh Cut Grass had made the night before, looked up and over in the direction where Imogen was laying. “Yeah?” She asked, lifting the cookie to her mouth for another bite, as Mister reached out for another piece.

“S-s-sit on me!” Imogen shouted just across the camp, another shiver snaking its way through her body.

“Okay!” Fearne responded with a playful laugh while handing a whole cookie to Mister, who took it and shoved the entire thing into his mouth. He swallowed it whole, and after a few moments of some visible discomfort, let out a little burp with the tiniest little smoke trail emitted, relief crossing his face.

Fearne bound across the camp and before Imogen could roll over to continue any conversation, she found Fearne Mirthfully Leaping right on top of her. “Hello,” she said.

“Oh, Fearne—” Imogen said as she gasped under the sudden addition of Fearne’s weight on top of her, “I didn’t—“

Fearne interrupted her, “ssh ssh shh,” and had repositioned herself so she was now laying on top of Imogen, covering her body from head to toe. Fearne reached out and fluffed her dress in a few places, allowing it to flow and drape over both of them, presenting another blanket for Imogen’s much desired warmth.

“Thank you, I was only jokin’,” Imogen explained as she tried to look up at Fearne’s face, only to be met with more of her neck and chest than anything else. Imogen knew Fearne was tall, but she never quite processed how tall until now.

“Oh it’s okay,” Fearne said as she attempted to make herself comfortable now. “I would have wound up over here sooner or later.”

Imogen’s nose wrinkled at that, not quite sure what to make of it, but it was so late and she was so exhausted that she didn’t want to even try and press into Fearne’s mind to find out what she meant. Instead, she just sighed a breath of relief and took in the warmth that Fearne’s body presented in the moment. “Well, I appreciate it, but you don’t—“

“You miss Laudna, huh?”

Imogen blinked. Ever the tactful one, Fearne was. “Oh, uh,” Imogen began to stammer a response before Fearne picked up on her hesitancy.

“Yeah, me too.” Fearne shimmied a little so less of her was on top of Imogen and more on the side, allowing for slightly more comfort on both their parts. Imogen, in turn, readjusted and turned onto her side to now face Fearne properly.

“I miss Orym and Ash, too,” Imogen said, not wanting to make it seem like Laudna was her only focus, but in the back of her mind, she felt that Fearne was worried about them and missing them enough for the two of them in turn.

“Oh, of course,” Fearne responded, “but you and Laudna, you’ve been through so much and together for so long, how… h-how are you feeling?”

Imogen looked down at the red bracelet on her wrist, twirling it around for a few moments before looking back at Fearne. “I miss her a lot, Fearne.” A tiny quiver ran through Imogen’s lip, this time unsure if it was from the cold, or from her emotions. “I’m so worried about her. With magic bein’ all fucked up, and not bein’ able to communicate with her, not knowing if she’s okay, or even alive…” Imogen began to get worked up and breathing hard, her anxiety starting to rise again.

Fearne reached a hand out and placed it on Imogen’s neck, pulling her face into her chest and hugging her. “Oh, there there,” she said softly into Imogen’s ear as she held her close. Imogen began to calm after a couple of moments, casting Calm Emotions on herself after she was able to compose herself enough.

Imogen continued, “If I just knew she was okay, I’d be okay.”

Fearne looked at Imogen and nodded, readjusting her position once more so she was now on her back looking up at the night sky, the snowstorm having mostly past with just a few clouds lingering now. “I’m sure she’s okay. You haven’t had a dream in the last few days, have you?”

Just as Fearne said that, the clouds overhead shifted and the moonlight from Catha broke through, casting just a small beam over their camp. Imogen felt at peace for just a moment. “No, I haven’t,” she said.

“Just like last time, that’s a good thing” Fearne reminded her. “I’m sure she’s okay,” she added as she reached out and patted Imogen on the cheek. “We’ll find her. For now, let’s just think warm, happy thoughts.”

Imogen looked up to the sky and stared at the waning Catha for a moment, before it disappeared behind another set of clouds. She laid her hand down in the gap between her and Fearne, normally the gap between her and Laudna, and finding Fearne’s hand instead, grabbed and held it, giving it a light squeeze. Fearne returned the gesture in kindness.

They laid there in silence like that for another few moments before Fearne broke the silence. “Imogen?”

“Yeah Fearne?”

After a beat, a momentary hesitation, Fearne asked, “do you love Laudna?”

Imogen, who’s exhaustion had let her start to drift off to sleep, had her eyes closed until Fearne’s question hit the air and lingered on the wind, that slight inflection on the word “love” ringing on Imogen’s ears in the way a song can awaken one’s soul. Again, very tactful, Fearne.

But wait, Imogen thought to herself. Does she love Laudna? She had just told Laudna how much she meant to her just a few nights before the solstice.

You’re my tether, Laudna… Sometimes I feel like I’m about to float away, but as long as you’re there… I love you so much…

And Laudna has told Imogen on many occasions how she’s felt about her, even on that same night.

You’re very capable… I think I feel like I have a strong foundation, and that’s you… I don’t mind being your better half… You’ll always have me

Imogen, still holding Fearne’s hand in one, reached into her pocket with the other and clutched the locket she had gotten from her dad back in Gelvaan. She held it tight in her fist, and continued to think about Laudna for a moment. Sure, there was love between her and Laudna, but was there love? Was this love? Is this what love is?

Fearne looked over at Imogen, and squeezed her hand again. “I only ask because if you’re sure there’s nothing going on—“

Imogen snapped out of her mind and focused on Fearne, squeezing her hand back. “I- I-“

Fearne sat up in anticipation, waiting for Imogen to finish that sentence, as she continued to lay there staring up at the sky for another moment.

“I think I do, Fearne.”

Fearne smiled, before giving a quick glance over to Chetney, where he was sat next to Deanna, both of them seeming to enjoy a lukewarm bowl of soup that had been prepared over the modest fire they managed to start. Their backs to Fearne and Imogen, Fearne saw him rub his shoulder against Deanna in what she perceived to be a playful manner and hear Deanna give a little laugh.

Imogen, eyes wide open as though she’d seen the true face of the Dawnfather, sat up and looked at Fearne. Fearne turned to meet her attention proper. “I love Laudna,” Imogen  repeated.

Fearne smiled again at her and put a hand to Imogen’s cheek, rubbing it softly and carefully. “She’s wonderful, Imogen.”

Tears now fully formed in Imogen’s eyes and beginning to roll down her cheek, she nodded in agreement. “She really is,” she said through light sniffles as Imogen now leaned into Fearne’s body for a hug. A few moments pass as the two of them just share an embrace, Imogen fully taking in this revelation.

“But if you don’t make a move on her, I am going to,” Fearne said, looking down at Imogen with intent in her eyes. Imogen looked up to meet Fearne’s gaze, still wiping the tears from her eyes, before a small smirk cracked on each of their faces after a second had passed.

“We’re gonna find them,” Fearne said as she pulled Imogen back in for a cuddle. Imogen snuggled into the embrace, still a bit cold from the wind that continued to blow through.

“Sure we will,” Imogen responded. “But for tonight will you and Mister sleep with me,” she asked. “I’m f-f-freezin’,” a slight shiver beginning to overtake her once more.

Fearne cooed over at Mister and told him to grab her pillow and blanket and bring them over, and within a few short moments, she was ready for bed next to Imogen. The two of them hunkered down and Fearne quickly began to fall asleep. Seeing the two of them huddled together, Deanna and Chetney soon decided that it was only appropriate that all four of them should huddle together for warmth, and joined them — and Mister — in a massive pile.

As Imogen fell asleep, she clutched the locket in her pocket once more — least of all so Fearne wouldn’t be tempted to swipe it, but mostly as she thought of the relationship between her parents, and now the feelings she had for Laudna and the new context she was thinking of them in. She closed her eyes tight and thought back on all those moments, centering on the locket.

The two halves make a better whole… I don’t mind being your better half… You’re my tether…

Imogen thought of Laudna as her final thoughts before drifting off into slumber, and as she did, she heard one last *klink* as FRIDA and Fresh Cut Grass shared a kiss. With that, she fell asleep, dreaming that she and Laudna were reunited, and greeting her with a kiss of her own. A warm, happy thought.

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[star--joy]

5 Times People Thought Percy and Vex were Dating

And the one time they decided to prove them right.

Chapter Two: Velora

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Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Warnings: None

Words: 1857

Originally posted: 12/12/22

Ao3 link: archiveofourown.org/works/43509219/chapters/109586538

If Velora notices the confused looks she receives from the college students she races by, she doesn’t seem to care. Her thoughts are much too preoccupied with all her plans for today! It’s been ages since she saw her siblings, her best friends in the whole world, and she won’t let a second go to waste during this visit.

They’re going to have so much fun!

By the time Velora has arrived at Vex and Vax’s dorm room, her little legs are aching and her lungs are convulsing. Still, she doesn’t even take a moment to breathe before slamming the door open with a cry of joy. “Vex! Vax!”

Vex startles at the intrusion, nearly knocking her laptop off her legs. “Oh, Jesus!” she exclaims.

Velora giggles and races to the couch her sister is laid out on, clambering up so she can throw her arms around her. The laptop is pushed carelessly to the side. “Hi! I missed you!” she chirps.

A pair of arms settle securely around Velora, holding her in a tight embrace. “Hi, darling. I missed you, too. You’re early, no?”

Sure enough, Velora had managed to convince her mom to take her almost an hour before they were supposed to go. She’d just been so eager! “Mh hm!”

“Is that a little monster I hear?” Vax’s playful voice rings out as his footsteps approach from down the hallway leading to his bedroom.

Velora gasps, jumping out of Vex’s embrace so she can run up to her brother. “Vax!” She only reaches his hip, but it doesn’t stop her from wrapping his legs in the tightest hug she can manage, nearly sending him toppling over.

Not that he minds. All Vax does is scoop her off the ground and throw her over his shoulder like a sack of flour. “Ah, Peanut, you’re getting so big,” he huffs, and Velora isn’t even bothered by the nickname.

She shrieks in laughter, squirming in his hold. “I grew two inches!”

“Two whole inches? Soon, you’re going to be taller than we are,” Vax remarks, plopping her down on the couch again so she’s returned to Vex’s lap. “Oi, Percy, move,” he demands, shooing away the man sitting next to Vex.

The man.

Sitting next to Vex.

Velora hadn’t even noticed him. Immediately, she feels herself shy away a little bit, shrinking into Vex’s hold. He looks fancy, outfit and hair styled in a formal professionalism, like her father’s friends. Her father’s friends don’t tend to like it when she runs around and shrieks with laughter, like she’d been doing just moments prior. “Oh. Um, hi.”

He smiles, and while it’s a bit awkward, it doesn’t seem strained with annoyance at least. “Hello. I’m Percy.”

“Yeah, yeah, get up so I can sit,” Vax huffs.

Vex rolls her eyes, scooting down the couch so Vax has room to sit on the opposite side of her. It presses her body against Percy’s. “Don’t be rude, brother, there’s plenty of room.”

He grumbles, but plops down without further complaint, pulling Velora between him and Vex so she’s sandwiched between her siblings. It must be obvious how the sudden ‘Percy’ character has set her on edge, because he immediately starts brushing through the tangled knots of her hair with his fingers in that soothing way of his. “Ah, don’t worry about Whitey, here, Peanut. He may look decrepit, but he’s not too terrible.”

“Decrepit?” Percy echos, indignant.

Vex shoves both their shoulders. “Play nice, you two. Anyways, Velora, this is Percy. He’s a really good friend of mine. Percy, this is Velora, the best sister in the entire world.”

Velora twists her lips to the side, looking between her sister and her sister’s ‘really good friend’. Hm.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Velora. I’ve heard wonderful things,” Percy says, fiddling with his glasses.

Hm.

“Well, I’m Vex’s bestest friend,” she says, puffing her chest out. She won’t go letting this man, this unknown third party, try to come between her and her sister. “And you better not forget that.”

“Velora!” Vex hisses. “Be polite!”

Percy, though, waves it off. “No, no, I’ll be sure to remember,” he agrees. “That seems like an important fact one ought not forget.”

Velora nods, satisfied. As long as he respects her status as Vex’s best friend in the world, she doesn’t mind his presence. “Good.” Just for good measure, she gives him a long, hard stare, trying to communicate how serious she is.

“Darling, that’s enough,” Vex says, heavy and firm. “Don’t antagonize my friends, please.”

“Ah, leave her be. She’s just a pit protective, yeah?” Vax defends, resting his chin on the top of her head and pouting at Vex. Velora matches his expression, knowing how she can never resist the puppy-dog eyes of her siblings.

Vex sighs. “Alright, alright. But there’s no need to be protective, Percy is really wonderful.”

As soon as the words leave her mouth, a blush paints Vex’s cheeks and she averts her gaze. Likewise, red begins to coat Percy’s face, and he suddenly becomes very interested in fiddling with his glasses.

Velora’s eyes flick between them. She’s watched enough moves to recognize love when she sees it.

Vex is in love with this Percy. This Percy is in love with Vex.

And Velora… Velora wasn’t told about any of it. Even though she’s Vex’s bestest friend. At least, she thought she was Vex’s bestest friend, but then why didn’t she know? Why did no one tell her?

“Oh,” Velora whispers, looking down. Her fingers trace patterns into the fabric of her pants. “Okay.”

Everyone frowns at her very noticeable deflating. Vex immediately softens, all her reprimands being replaced with a concerned hum. “Are you alright?”

Velora looks at Percy. She doesn’t want to say anything in front of him.

He seems to get the message. “I should be getting back home. Besides, I’m sure you would like some time with your sister, and I wouldn’t want to interrupt,” he hums, standing from the couch.

Vex frowns, then tries to hide it. “If you’re sure. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

Percy nods. “It really was nice to meet you, Velora,” he says with a soft, apologetic smile.

That just makes her feel childish, because he’s not even mean, so she has no reason to hate him, except that he stole her Vex, her sister. All she can muster in response is a small, unintelligible mumble.

And then he’s out the door and Velora sniffles, turning to tuck her face in Vax’s shoulder. He coos, stroking patterns into her back. “Hey, hey, what’s wrong?”

“I— I— I—,” is all she manages, clinging to his black sweater.

“Did you not like Percy, dear?” Vex asks, kissing the top of her head. “I know he seems stuffy, but he’s not bad at all.”

Velora sobs. “You got a boyfriend!” she wails, pulling away to look at Vex through her teary eyes. “And— And you didn’t tell me! Even though I’m your bestest friend, you said I was your bestest friend!”

For a few seconds, neither of her siblings reply, and Velora shrinks back again. She hadn’t meant to raise her voice! Are they mad at her?

“Darling, what are you talking about? I don’t… I’m not seeing anyone, Velora,” Vex says, shooting Vax a confused look. He shrugs, but there’s something hiding beneath his expression that Vex can’t decipher. “Who told you I had a boyfriend?”

“You’re in love with Percy! And I don’t know him! You didn’t tell me ‘bout him!”

Vex blinks. “In love with— with Percy?” 

Velora sobs louder.

“Oh, oh, Honey,” Vex whispers, stroking some of her hair out of her tear-soaked face. “Percy is just a friend.” Vax makes a little noise, like a snort. Vex glances at him, eyebrows furrowed. “What?”

“Nothing,” he dismisses, using his thumbs to wipe away some of the tears on Velora’s cheeks. “She’s telling the truth, Peanut. They may act like an old married couple, but they aren’t dating.”

A few more cries choke out of her, even as Velora tries to tame them. She clumsily wipes at the sticky, salty tears on her face. “Promise?”

“Of course, dear,” Vex agrees, holding out her little finger in an offering that Velora can’t refuse. “I pinky promise that when I start dating someone, you will be the first to know. Even before Vax.”

“Well, come on, now, that’s not fair,” Vax grumbles.

Vex kicks his shin. “Hush, you.”

Velora sniffles, bringing her knees up to her chest. “I’m sorry I wasn’t nice to Percy. And that I thought you lied,” she whispers, glancing between her siblings. They’re not the type to get mad, but the shame that wells up inside of her is more than enough punishment.

“I know, sweetheart. We all make mistakes. How about we write him a letter to apologise?”

“Okay. And then we can bake cookies? ‘Cause you said we were gonna bake cookies.” A small smile has returned to her face, and it will only be a little longer before she’s returned to her full excitement. 

Vex smiles. “Of course, dear. But the letter first. Would you like to go pick out a pen?”

She needs no further instruction, rushing off to the small pencil box in Vex’s room and rifling through the assortment of stationary, searching for a green pen, because green is the clearly superior color. On the desk, a picture catches her eye.

It’s a small selfie of Vex and Percy, both of them caught in laughter and pressed tightly together to fit in frame.

Velora twists her lips to the side, thinking. Maybe they are in love, but they just don’t know it yet. Well… Percy hadn’t seemed all that horrible. And Vex looks really happy in the picture.

“You alright in here, Peanut?” Vax asks, peeking his head in the door.

“They do like each other. They like like each other. Right?” she asks, gesturing to the small photo. “But they don’t know it?”

Vax sighs, slipping into the room and closing the door behind him. “Yes, I think so. Does that bother you?”

Velora thinks for a second. “I guess not. But he better not hurt her.”

“I doubt he will. Percy isn’t so bad. They make each other happy, even if they can’t pull their heads out of their arses and see that.”

He realizes his mistake too late. Velora has already adopted an impish grin. “You said arse! That’s a bad word!”

“Shush! Don’t tell Vex, she’ll have my head. Come on, we really do have to write that apology letter. And then I’m looking forward to some cookies, yeah?” Vax tries to distract.

Velora takes the bait easy enough, grabbing a sparkly green pen and racing back out to the main room, where Vex has prepared a piece of paper for the letter. It only takes a few minutes to write, and the rest of the day is spent with the three siblings making a mess of the kitchen, setting off the fire alarm, and having, in Velora’s opinion, the best time in the whole world.

[hymn-of-muse]

With Your Permission

A Percy De Rolo x Reader, Featuring Vax'ildan as your brother!

requested by the amazing @syth-de-rolo

"It'll be fine." Taking a deep breath, Percy did his best to convince himself things would go well, keeping his composure. But in truth, he was a nervous wreck.

It was super simple, it should be easy, he went over what he'd say a million times, but still he was almost sure it wouldnt go how he'd thought.

Standing outside Vax'ildan's room, he took one more deep breath, raising his hand and lightly knocking on the door. At this point it was clear to the party how much you and percy loved each other, even more so obvious to your brother, who'd already opened the door before percy could even finish knocking.

"Ah-Hello four eyes, did you need something?" he asked, chuckling a bit at the fact that they surprised each other.

"yes-" percy cleared his throat and adjusted his glasses, a bit out of nervous habit at this point. "i wanted to ask you something, its a bit important, if you dont mind me taking up a bit of your time."

Vax's eyes shifted past percy, over his shoulder towards...Keyleth's room, before he shrugged and stepped aside with a nod to let percy inside. "alright then, freddy, what is it?" he asked, still using nicknames.

"well..." percy started, stepping into vax's room and going over the question in his head once more as the door shut behind him. "you see...I'm thinking of asking (name) to marry me-"

a noise came from vax, almost like he had nearly just choked on air. "wait wait, youre what?" he asked, a bit surprised by the sudden announcement of percy planning to propose to his sibling. "dont you think vex would be better to speak to for advice on things like that?"

"well no, you two are closer. and its not exactly advice im looking for. Vax'ildan, I'm asking for your blessing to marry them." Percy clarified, already feeling embarrassment rise up as his face got a little pink. "if its alright...With your permission-" he tried to reiterate or rephrase what he said but stumbled over his words.

"I got it Percy." Vax stopped him. "I honestly should have expected that to come from you, but you still managed to catch me off guard." he chuckled.

vax making the moment a bit more light hearted somehow did not ease percy's anxiousness over things. "right well...i just wanted to be sure everything was alright with you, seeing as youre siblings and very close at that, and i value your opinion." he started rambling again.

"Percival." Vax stopped him again. "You don't need my permission to marry my sibling, you both make each other very happy, they love you, anyone with eyes can see that. So of course i'm alright with it, my friend and my sibling getting married is more than fine by me."

Percy let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding this whole time. "thank you."

"of course." he placed a hand on percy's shoulder, his face going from a smile to a more serious look that immediately brought back percy's nervousness. "but know that if you hurt them, de rolo, i will hunt you down and make your life hell." like a flip of a switch vax's smile was back. "not that you'll need to worry about that, you make them very happy, i'm sure they'll be overjoyed at your proposal."

"you really think so? I'm not even sure they'll say yes." percy admitted, ignoring the threat he just got from Vax a mere second ago.

"Well I am, i know they love you. especially with all those looks you both keep giving each other when you think none of us are looking." he teased, nudging percy's arm with his shoulder, successfully embarrassing the gunslinger.

"yes we...thank you Vax'ildan." percy gave a small smile. "I'll stop taking up your time and let you get back to trying to sneak into Keyleth's room." he teased back as he headed out, leaving vax-who thought he was being smooth-flustered and stammering to try and come up with an excuse.

[catboymoonknight]

They Taught Me What Its Like to Love

Kashaw Vesh x Reader��

No Y/n used 

They/them pronouns used, Nonbinary Reader 

Words: 2100+

Requests are open, feel free to send some in!

Quickly glancing around, you begin to realize that this job may have been out of the groups league. You stand in the center of the battle, cuts, and bruises scattered all over your body. Blood flows out of almost all of your wounds, and you freeze. Freezing up in the middle of the battlegrounds, everything seems to go silent as panic fills your veins. Looking around at the rest of the group, everyone seems to be worse for wear. You notice Pike trying to keep everyone alive with healing spells, everyone else fighting with all they got. Finally, as a hand grips your forearm, sound fills your ears again as you are harshly turned to face Kashaw. 

“Freezing mid-battle is not helping anyone here.” He says, trying to ground you once again as his grip on your arm tightens up slightly. You stare up at him, eyes wide with panic as you slowly observe his face. He pulls you into his chest, using his shield to block an incoming arrow that was aimed at one of you. You glance around once again, finally glancing over Kashaw’s shoulder only to see another enemy trained on Kashaw. In the blink of an eye, you pull away from Kashaw’s grasp and begin running toward the enemy behind him. The muddy ground attempts to cling onto your feet as you continue running, seeing the enemy begin preparing a spell. As a quick reaction, you cast counterspell at the beast, preparing your own attack immediately after. You, having developed tunnel vision at the enemy ahead of you, end up tripping over your own feet. 

Tumbling onto the ground, but managing to prevent a faceplant into the mud, you shoot off a fireball toward the enemy. The enemy immediately catches fire, the impact shaking the ground and sending a bit of mud flying up into the air. You stare at the area where the beast stood before. As you slowly attempt to stand, you feel a sheering pain grow in the side of your abdomen as well as someone calling out your name behind you. You get thrown a few feet to the side, the wind knocked out of you as you gasp for air once you hit the ground again. Laying on your side, you curl into yourself to attempt to calm the pain, your breathing becoming shallow. 

You grimace as you press your hand into your side and immediately feel warmth. Panicked, you pull your hand away from your side and see red covering your hand. You suddenly begin to feel weak, breathing seems to start becoming harder with every breath you take. The world begins to spin as everything becomes dark. 

Kashaw, who had just finished taking down the enemy that hit you, quickly runs over to you. He throws down his weapon, shield still held at his side. He quickly glances over at you, seeing the pool of blood gathering underneath you. He moves you onto your back, putting pressure down on the wound. Panic begins to flood his veins as well. He can feel the warmth of your blood pooling through his fingers, out into the air. The shallow breath you had been taking, slowly come to a stop, and your blood slowly stops flowing as the color is drained from your skin.

Kashaw slowly removes his hands from your wound and up to your neck, attempting to find your pulse point. He becomes more frantic as he realizes there isn’t one. Slowly pulling your body into his lap, Kashaw lets out a pained, agonized scream. One that catches the attention of Vox Machina, and sends a shiver down everyone’s spine. Pike, seeing you laid out across Kashaw’s lap, her eyes widen in fear, and attempts to run to your aid. 

Once she finally gets to your side, she grabs her holy symbol and prays to Sarenrae to help her dear friend. After a few seconds, your body stays still. No warmth returns to you, nor color. She clutches her holy symbol again, praying out to Sarenrae once again. The results are the same as before. Tears spring to her eyes as she realizes you’re gone. Guilt creeps up her spine as she rests her head on your shoulder. Wails of sorrow leave her mouth. The rest of the group slowly makes their way over, and the rest of the enemies being dealt with soon after your fatal blow. 

Keyleth lets out a gasp, her hand coming up to shield her mouth. The twins comfort each other at the sight of you. Scanlan comes up behind Pike, placing his hands on her shoulders. Grog, slowly coming out of his rage, begins to tear up as well as he sees one of his dear friends lifeless. Kashaw continues to gaze down at your pale, lifeless body. His body becomes numb as a cold feeling washes over him. Much as the day he almost lost his life to the goddess he serves. 

Pike, who still has her head laid on your shoulder, slowly lifts her head and gazes down at your wound. Once again, she grips her holy symbol and places her hand over your wound. Praying to her deity once again, a soft glow illuminates her hand. Pressing her hand down onto you, she feels the wound slowly begin to close up once again. A soft gasp leaves her lips as tears stream down her face once again. Your wound closes up, and your shallow breathing returns. Kashaw’s grip on you tightens up, hope filling his face again; however, your skin stays pale and your warmth doesn’t return. 

Pike’s hope fades as well as you don’t seem to be waking up. “I-I… It should’ve worked…” her voice becomes shaky, “I don’t know what to do.” 

Scanlan pulls her back into a hug. “You’ve done all you can, Pike. All we can do now is let them rest.” 

Kashaw quickly takes off his cloak and wraps you in it before he stands, your body limp still in his arms. “We must go see Osysa. She will know what to do.” 

Eventually, the group makes it back to The Slayer’s Take. Kashaw ahead of everyone, you still wrapped in his arms. Reaching the front door, Kashaw kicks the door open, the door slamming against the wall beside it. Mertin jumps slightly at the sound, looking over at the ragged group, his eyes widen as he sees your paler form laying in Kashaw’s arms. 

“Vanessa!” Kashaw calls out before looking over at Mertin, “Where is Vanessa?” 

Mertin sputters a bit before glancing over to Vanessa’s office, “Vanessa is in her office, b-but she doesn’t want-!” 

He is immediately cut off by Vanessa quickly opening her office door. She slowly puts her hands behind her back and closes her eyes before slowly walking towards the front of the Take. Her footsteps echo across the walls as she slowly makes her way up. She slowly comes to a stop near her husband, turning to face the group. 

“Now… Would you like to let me know why you all-...” She says, slowly opening her eyes and looking towards the group, only to stop herself as she sees the state you’re in. She looks up at Kashaw, who has several emotions yet none at all expressed on his face. “What happened?” 

Kashaw meets her eyes, “We need to see Osysa. Please, Vanessa.” 

Vanessa takes a deep breath before nodding, walking briskly towards the back of the Take. “Follow me, quickly.” 

Kashaw falls in step with Vanessa, glancing down at you; seeing some sweat develop on your brow as your temperature rises fairly quickly, along with your breath. The rest of Vox Machina follows behind the two of them, worry and fear across their faces. Motioning the guards to quickly open the doors, Vanessa yells out, “Osysa, excuse us but there is an emergency.” 

The doors open, the torch-lit hallway stays silent before a voice echos from the back of the chamber. “Hmm… Step in.” 

Kashaw steps ahead of Vanessa, taking long strides to meet Osysa in the center of her chamber. 

“Brother Kashaw… There is turmoil inside of you.” She says as she steps into the center chamber, sitting in front of Kashaw. 

He looks up at her, before laying you down on the group before her. “I need help… T-They need help. They took a hit in battle and they haven’t woken up. They might be cursed.” 

Osysa looks down at you, before looking up at Kashaw again. “Why should I help this measly being who wasn’t able to keep themselves alive in battle?” 

Kashaw drops onto his knees by your side, then leans down and places his forehead on the ground. “They are important to me…. They taught me about family… They taught me more things then I could ever alone, even more then Zahra could every teach me alone.” His voice starts to quiver a bit before he continues, “They taught me what its like to love.” 

Silence fills the air, and a bit of tension seems to build as well. After some silence, the rest of Vox Machina walk up behind Kashaw, kneeling behind him, all putting their foreheads to the ground. Osysa looks down at you once again, her white eyes glowing a bit brighter. 

“Hmm. I shall do what I can. I can see the importance they hold to you all.” Several from the group let out a breath they were holding before Osysa continues. “Up, all of you. I need space.” 

All of Vox Machina stands up quickly and takes a few steps back, Kashaw stays in his place before Vax comes over, and whispers. “Come on Kash, she needs some room.” 

Kash stands, taking a few steps back, but, still staying a bit ahead of the group. Osysa watches the group for a few seconds before slowly laying down, her nose making soft contact with your body. She closes her eyes, staying in that position for a minute or two. 

Kashaw keeps his gaze on your body on the ground, body tense as his nails start to dig deep into his palms. After time passes, Osysa stands back up, looking down at you once again. “I have done what I can. The curse was a powerful one. Now they must fight their way back.” 

Silence fills the chamber once again, and the faint sounds of breathing fill the general area around everyone. The more time that passes, the hope of the group begins to falter. Kashaw bows his head and stares at the ground. Vax holds onto Vex and Keyleth, all crying silently. Grog kneels on the ground once again to hug Pike, Scanlan walks over and rubs Pike’s back. 

Suddenly, your eyes open, taking in a gasp of air while quickly sitting up. You glance around, confused as the last thing you remember is being hit on the battlefield while losing a lot of blood. You look over at the group, who are now all staring at you. You look away and look up towards Osysa, tears quickly gathering in your eyes. “T-Thank you Osysa. Thank you.” 

Osysa, seeing your moment of vulnerability, leans down and softly places her forehead against yours, and closes her eyes. “You are important to the stability of the future. You are a member of this guild. I do not regret saving you, especially considering the importance you hold to your group here.” 

As her forehead hits yours, you also close your eyes, your hand coming up and resting near your head. You shake a bit as more tears rack your body. “Many thanks to you, Osysa.” 

She pulls away, sitting back on her hind legs as you turn back to the group. Before your gaze falls onto the group, you are tackled back onto the floor in a hug by Kashaw. You let out a small yelp before quickly hugging him back tightly. You hear him mumble, “I almost lost you.” 

You sniffle before nodding and running your hands through his hair, “I’m okay. Its okay, I’m alive.”

As you both sit up, you look over at Vox Machina, before Pike quickly runs over to you and joins in on the hug. She begins crying on your shoulder as she begins to ramble on. You pull an arm away from Kashaw and wrap it around Pike, attempting to comfort her as well. Everyone else quickly makes their way over to the small cluster and a group hug commences. Osysa slowly retreats into the darkness while Vanessa stands near the entrance, a small smile gracing her features.

[talkshitgetcrit]

might be crushing a little on the lord of the nine hells rn…. he is just a lil guy and he needs a hug 🥺

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